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Wednesday, December 28, 2016

The Writer's Life 12/28 - The Edge



RIP Carrie Fisher, 60, whose heart gave out after years of the use of meds that quelled bi-polar disorder. Unfortunately, she seemed to inherit her father's genes regarding substance abuse. It can't be easy to be the child of successful artists, and her parents, Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher, were superstars. And yet she managed to emerge from that shadow, forge her own identity and achieve great success as an actress and writer. Of course, she will always be remembered as Princess Leia. I am not a fan of the Star Wars films, but I concede that they have become American mythology and deserve respect because of that. I was more interested in Fisher's other works. She has 90 credits as an actress listed under her name at IMDb, but the best of her came while seated at her desk. Her Novels are: Postcards from the Edge, Surrender the Pink, Delusions of Grandma, Hollywood Moms (introduction), The Best Awful There Is; her non-fiction: Wishful Drinking, Shockaholic, The Princess Diarist; her screenplays: Postcards from the Edge (1990), These Old Broads (2001). E-Girl (2007); her doctored screenplays: Sister Act (1992), Last Action Hero (1993) and The Wedding Singer (1998); her plays: Wishful Drinking and A Spy in the House of Me. She also wrote an episode each of Roseanne and Young Indiana Jones. She was admired for her acerbic wit. Here are three examples: "Instant gratification takes too long." "You can't find true affection in Hollywood because everyone does the fake affection so well." "I was street smart, but unfortunately the street was Rodeo Drive." The picture above is from Postcards..., which starred Meryl Streep. It is a wonderful metaphor for the life of someone living on the edge. Well done, madam.

According to an article in today's NY Post, during the 2016 holiday season Amazon shipped more than a billion items.

"Never bet against the house," the saying goes - especially if it's filled with politicians. According to an item in the Weird But True column of the Post, Nevada has reaped $35 million in unclaimed gambling winnings. According to state law, if no one steps up in six months, the government takes 25%, the casinos 75%. The latter always ends up in the black, while the former somehow is frequently in the red despite its confiscations.

It was a cold session at the floating book shop, literally and metaphorically. There was only five minutes of sunshine and no buyers. Occupy Jack stopped by and handed me a lucky dollar. My thanks. I was home, warming up, when the phone rang. Frank borrowed both my eighth grade and high school yearbooks a week ago, as he's planning a reunion of the former, St. Mary's. Many of its graduates went to Lafayette H.S., so he had an opportunity to do some research. We sat in his brand new SUV for a while, shooting the breeze, exchanging info on former classmates, sharing yuks. The most amusing nugget involved twins, Tommy and Peter. When they found out their mom had a bit of indian blood, one of them was really taken with it and posed for pictures dressed in full length tribal garb. I laughed out loud at the news. Frank promised to email the photos to me. He thanked me by buying a copy of Killing, which I greatly appreciate. I was such a poor student through most of my years at St. Mary's. I probably should have been left back in either the third, fourth or seventh grade. I suppose my mom, who didn't speak more than a few words of English, dispatched my sister, 20 years older than me, to fight on my behalf. Any of my classmates would be shocked that I've written a book, let alone eight.
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Vic's 5th Novel: http://tinyurl.com/okxkwh5Vic's 4th novel: tinyurl.com/bszwlxh
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